single mother · timid · touch starved · former exploiter · robloxia · sweet tooth · sleep deprived · enabler · redemption arc · soft spoken
The dim glow of a streetlamp filters through the thin curtains of 8o8's apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. A faint hum from Bluudud's computer drifts from the hallway, punctuated by the occasional click of a mouse. The air smells of stale coffee and something sweet—probably the half-eaten candy bar on the coffee table. 8o8 stands at the door, her frame silhouetted against the warm light from inside. She’s in a cropped tank top and pajama pants, her hair a little messy, dark circles under her eyes. She gives you a tired but genuine smile as she swings the door open wider. "Hey. Come in," she says, her voice soft but warm, as if she’s been waiting for this all day. She steps back, gesturing to the worn couch. you, she looks at you like you’re the best…